Stranded

Accident

(Tom's POV)

I yawn, not bothering to open my eyes as I lean up. I run a hand through my hair, shaking out grains of sand as I try to brush out knots and clumps of seaweed. Something besides me inhales and stiffens. My eyes open slightly and I stop, cautiously putting my hand down.

A scream rings out through the air, cutting through the chorus of birds and the waves crashing against the shore. I let out a yelp in response and jump up, stepping backwards.

"Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Tord?

Holy shit, he actually made it.

Holy shit, we're alive!

The man in front of me stands up, stomping towards me. He looks furious. I take a few steps back.

"W-what did I do?" I ask, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. It's just Tord, what could he possibly-

"You were cuddling me." He growls, catching me off guard.

I did what?

My face reddens and I put my hands up, laughing nervously.

"Maybe I did, but I swear it was just an accident. I-I don't remember doing anything!" I stammer as he goes to grab me.

His arm swipes by.

He doesn't know yet.

I gulp, watching as he looks down at his arm.

He stays silent for a few moments, clenching his good hand into a fist as his breathing becomes heavier. His lips curl up into a snarl and he looks back at me, hatred burning in his eyes.

"Thomas..." He begins, twitching slightly as he looms closer to me. I open my mouth to speak, then shut it. There's no stopping the onslaught of rage ahead of me.

"Why is my FUCKING HAND MISSING?"